Pollination Quotes

If you want to gather honey, don't kick over the beehive.

How to extract its honey from the flower of the world. That is my everyday business. I am as busy as a bee about it. I ramble over fields on that errand and am never so happy as when I feel myself heavy with honey and wax. I am like a bee searching the livelong day for the sweets of nature.

When was ever honey made with one bee in a hive?

Forget not bees in winter, though they sleep.

Flies, worms, and flowers exceed me still.

What is not good for the swarm is not good for the bees.

A bee is never as busy as it seems; it's just that it can't buzz any slower.

So important are insects and other land-dwelling arthropods that if all were to disappear, humanity probably could not last more than a few months.

Deep in their roots, all flowers keep the light.

The life of a swarm of bees is like an active and hazardous campaign of an army: the ranks are being continually depleted and continually recruited.

Everyone should have two or three hives of bees.

Trees and flowers are so important. The idea of blooming is the idea of becoming something different.

O bees, sweet bees!" I said; "that nearest field Is shining white with fragrant immortelles Fly swiftly there and drain those honey wells.

Yesterday I staked off the ground on the hill for an orchard. I want to get 1,000 apple trees agrowing.

Bees are easier to keep than a dog or a cat. They are more interesting than gerbils. They can be kept anywhere.

When you hear buzz around the beehive, you know they're making honey in there.

Earth is a flower and it's pollinating.

Plants are decisive to a fault. A stem produces a bud that flowers once and once only. It offers pollen that is either dispersed or goes nowhere. One pollen grain either enters a stigma or it falls upon stony ground. An ovum is either fertilized or the whole project stalls out.

If a queen bee were crossed with a Friesian bull, would not the land flow with milk and honey?

When the bee has gathered the dew of heaven and the earth's sweetest nectar from the flowers, it turns it into honey, then hastens to its hive. In the same way, the priest, having taken from the altar the Son of God (who is as the dew from heaven, and true son of Mary, flower of our humanity), gives him to you as delicious food.

Birds and insects are part of the ecosystem and help in pollination. I don't see any problem in having fruits and vegetables that birds want to eat, as opposed to the perfect shaped tomato that only you can eat and which, by the way, could also be cancerous.

The bees pillage the flowers here and there but they make honey of them which is all their own; it is no longer thyme or marjolaine: so the pieces borrowed from others he will transform and mix up into a work all his own.

A rose dreams of enjoying the company of bees, but none appears. The sun asks: “Aren’t you tired of waiting?” “Yes,” answers the rose, “but if I close my petals, I will wither and die.